A moment of silence for Marcel Marceau

Spam email poetry from this afternoon....

Wire puller to lincoln: he was one of the shrewdest that he
could do, or learn to do, in this seaport. Window, all blurred
with the clinging shreds of that ye shall have no worship
to have ado with and had a few weeks before read them a
draft proclamation rooms, divided into twentyfour sets,
making a agreed on between commissioners to be appointed
men. Not unlike their western sisters, they always under
abe whistled involuntarily. I should think two she thought
she had. Rather a smart wedding at as angels, it makes him
respect a very large proportion or pottage, some saffron
and beaten cloves put and he had met her again and lost
her! In hell, now all the paths are gravelled and raked.
i shall which lie hid in their afterwards.

Another Spam email: this time a bizarre almost Russian novel!

I often get those "Make Penis ten time bigger!" or "Become willing sex god for cheap!" and I even got one this morning that said "Make breast lergerer and so many suckle nip long times!" I always look through my spam mail for one reason, and that is the few that slip through with very strange nonsensical passages in them. The last was more of a poem and this one I have deemed a Russian novel:

"title: Conversation: as

body of email: for him. Prince Vasili became thoughtful and frowned. Anna Mikhaylovna saw that he was afraid of finding in her the third circle, Naryshkin was speaking of the meeting of the Russian Council of War at which Suvorov repressed laugh. Equipage or appear in the streets of Petersburg in an old uniform. He made friends with and sought the He looked at her attentively. The comander in Chiefs carriage, and he sat down on the bench at the gate awaiting his Serene Highness.

Click here for Viagra!"


I gotta say, it almost sucked me into its story, till he sat there on the bench with a hard on waiting...

Gibberish Poetry Slam!

Sometimes I like to open spam emails when a headline catches my attention. Sometimes I'm scared, and then other times it's like reading the bible and an insane person's poetry...

RE: bedfordshire bedframe bedframes

body of email:

a full right to employ a lying spirit to work out his ultimate will.
Compare "Paradise Lost," v. 646: "And roseate dews disposed All but the
unsleeping eyes of God to rest." 77 _Dream_ ought to be spelt with a
capital letter, being, I think, evidently personified as the god of
dreams. See Anthon and others. "When, by Minerva sent, a _fraudful_ Dream
Rush'd from the skies, the bane of her and Troy." Dyce's "Select